Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I just need a little weed and a backrub
Don B's with the D's in the bathtub
Won't talk about B's, get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we act up, pull up, M3, better back up
Hold up, hold up, I tote my shit
Got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fast swishers and they all gettin' lit
Take another handfull out the zip, lil bitch I'm on 10
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blond boo in that bitch, man whatevs
I don't really care, I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed, mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set home, fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean, somethin' like chlorine
God damn, your lil bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez
Your mans is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flatscreen TV with the seat back
Like Glee, find me, where the weed at
It's like T.N.T. with a B-Slab, AC/DC with the feedback

[Hook]
I pull up to the small race smellin' like gas
You know how I do
Hopped in the ride and my girl on fire
Gettin' high on sight like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, my shit [?]
Big bankroll and an LV belt, aye

[Verse 2]
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Chris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the rest is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the roads like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New weed, Timbs with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
Do you lil bitch, I'mma do me